As part of my new daily routine I’m trying to spend one hour a day in the veggie garden, and one hour elsewhere in the garden.

Today was Bed 4 day.

My garden rotation plan is based on my six veggie beds and what I eat most - a lot of lettuce, tomato, onions and peas, not so much turnips and Brussel sprouts.

Carefully planned out on the back of an envelope stuffed with seed packets.

Bed 4 was a mess… and the soil had compacted and was like solid rock… it was also 30deg here this afternoon. So many rests playing candy crush and sitting in my chair that hangs from the macadamia nut tree were needed.

But I went from overgrown, to orderliness… those are Pak Choi in the second pic… nearly 1m tall!!

All seeds except some basil seedlings which are the scraps of green you can see.

I don’t know why, but I started to write again. Well edit mostly. As I’ve no doubt mentioned before I’ve got at least 12 complete and partially complete novels sitting on my computer. All good stories, but not yet good enough for publication.

I’m editing the first book in my Plan X trilogy. The title, and theme, come from this Bukowski poem… I’ll keep you guessing about the details… for now

My Doom Smiles at Me

there’s no other way:8 or ten poems anight.in the sinkbehind me are dishesthat haven’t beenwashed in 2weeks.the sheets needchangingand the bed isunmade.half the lights areburned-out here.it gets darkerand darker(I have replacementbulbs but can’t get themout of their cardboardwrapper.) Despite mydirty shorts in thebathtuband the rest of my dirtylaundry on thebedroom floor,they haven’tcome for me yetwith their badges and their rules and theirnumb ears. oh, themand their caprice!like the foxI run with the hunted andif I’m not the happiestman on earth I’m surely theluckiest manalive.